Nothing compares to the joy of parents welcoming a child into their family. Our son, Chris, and daughter-in-law, Mandy, welcomed baby Zander into the world early on Sunday morning. And I am thrilled that I am a grandparent, by proxy, from this day forward. And my prayer is not just for baby Zander, but for his parents as well that they may be encouraged and strengthened in this new adventure of parenting.
Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward(F) from him.
4 Like arrows(G) in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them. Psalm 127 (NIV)
5 For you have been my hope,(A) Sovereign Lord,
my confidence(B) since my youth.
6 From birth(C) I have relied on you;
you brought me forth from my mother’s womb.(D)
I will ever praise(E) you.
7 I have become a sign(F) to many;
you are my strong refuge.(G) Psalm 71:5-7 New International Version (NIV)
And as a dad adopted into a family of three sons nearly twenty years ago, I know them after teething, after learning to dress themselves, and just prior to them knowing everything: their pre-teen years. An infant is a marvel that I get to see now in images and text messages – not as an uncle or a cousin – but as a granddad. Maybe I can be “Poppa”, which sounds a little better than my own name for my grampa, “Man”. Strangely, for a man who once spoke three languages other than English, that was the best I could muster as a preschooler.